Classic Poem

Souvenir

The forest flutters with a breath of May;
The sun slants softly thro' a mist of greens:
Upon my arm a gentle beauty leans;
Through labyrinths of swaying leaves we stray;

Like the sweet Spring, we, too, are fresh and gay,
And envy not the lot of kings and queens:
To veil our love no pale care intervenes.
There is no night to our love's perfect day.

We walk and dream and dream again, and see
The brown birds watching as in mute surprise.
Languid, we feel blue scraps of mellow skies
Blend with our sense in silent harmony.
And I, loved, loving, see upturned to me,
The luring splendor of two lustrous eyes.Englishlove poemlove poemslove poems for herlove poetrypoems about loveromantic poems